Orleans Poem by Jake Lombardi

Welcome to this place called Orleans
Way worse than she seems
The product of my reality
Where you're never new in business

Sketchy as hell
These cold wars, you can smell
'Em, silent but they're heinous
They're famous, can't erase 'em
They stain us

This place is what society deems
Is perfect, but they didn't mention these fiends
That run it, but run wild

With a hidden smile, she grins
Hiding from the world, she sins
Yet so innocent.

This pain came from drugs and insolence,
This place so desolate,
Live life with no highs, no stimulants.

So I say good riddance
This place called Orleans
Though I can never escape
From this figment of my dreams